Jantung Berdebar Di Malam Hari Novels & Stories

I woke up at 2 am, a soft light from my alarm clock shining on my face. My heart raced, and a swirl of thoughts filled my mind. My heart felt heavy with worry, the quiet of the night wrapping around me like a thick blanket. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing, Tomorrow was the big day. I had to start work in the family business, and I felt a knot in my stomach. What if I wasn’t ready? I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the worry.

Cassius I woke with a jolt, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. The sudden rush of anxiety hit me like a freight train, my breath shallow as my senses heightened. I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at the old clock on the wall. It read 2 a.m. The darkness of the room pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. Something wasn’t right. My wolf was pacing anxiously in the back of my mind, urging me to do something, to move. But what?

As I slowly woke up from my deep slumber, all I could hear was my heartbeat. It went faster and faster. I panicked. I had no idea how to calm down. I kept hearing it beating, how my heart pumps my blood through my veins at a fast tempo. I try to move around my body, to find a more comfortable position, in the hopes that my heartbeat will slow down. But it only worsened my anxiety. To my horror, I noticed that I was in some way tied down, to what I think is a mattress. I try to move around my weak limbs with not much success. My hands and ankles were tied down with some type of cuffs. It did not hurt, but it was not comfortable either.

With a heart filled with love and a spirit ignited by the wonders of life, I drift off to sleep, ready to face whatever tomorrow may bring, knowing that I am truly blessed. As the night settles in and darkness blankets the world, I find myself retiring for the night, consumed by worry and concern. The absence of any word from Henry, my dear friend, weighs heavily on my heart, casting a shadow of unease over my thoughts. Each passing moment intensifies the gnawing sensation in the pit of my stomach, and my mind becomes entangled in a web of restless thoughts.

I wake up startled, a loud, deafening noise makes my heart race, because I know what it means. One shot. I look at the clock on the old bedside table next to my bed, it’s three in the morning, and the sudden urgency to get out of there makes me anxious. In the dark, I hear voices changing, and even though it is impossible to hear that distance, I try to follow the movement inside the place. I need to get out of here, or at least hide.

Zie melempar gulungan kertas yang dia remas ke arah Rena, lantas meninggalkan gadis mungil yang sedang terkikik. ** Debur di dada kian meningkat gelombangnya, lima menit Zie berdiri di hadapan pintu bertuliskan nama pria si penabuh genderang rasa di dalam dada. Entah rasa yang bagaimana, saking banyak yang dia rasakan, sehingga Zie sendiri kesulitan mendeksprisikannya. Ketukan dua kali dari jarinya langsung mendapat sahutan dari dalam. Selepas membanting napas, Zie mengumpulkan kekuatan untuk mengantisipasi, takut sesuatu terjadi, seperti tempo hari.

The steady thump-thump-thump of his heart was racing wildly beneath my cheek matched the lingering fire in my own veins. “I do, your heart is beating like crazy."

Then I relive my humiliation of the day over and over until exhaustion pulls me into sleep. Hours later, the deafening sharp cracks jolt me awake. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I sit up, trying to understand what is happening. My blood runs cold as I try to deduce. Are those gunshots?

Zara had never felt this restless. It was close to midnight, and she tossed from one side of the bed to the other, staring at the ceiling like it held answers she could not find. Her apartment was quiet, too quiet, and all she could hear was her own heartbeat, heavy and distracting. She knew what was wrong or rather, who was the cause of the problem.